Thank you so much for answering this, im so glad you find it so normal. You know, is like someone from up there is using only my fingers to type...in rest, when I write is like I see a video with the characters playing in it and I just describe what I see. I know you write at your book about a video that appeared on the wall..but this was it for real? Or this videos thing sounds a bit crazy? Im a bit worried you see.

Richard Bach The year was 1959 when first I had that startling event, when the wall disappeared. "Videos" hadn't been invented at that time, so "wide-screen Technicolor" was the best I knew to describe what had happened to me. I was aware that I had the green-ink ballpoint pen in my hand, and some letterhead that a friend had given me to write on. I did not have the sense of the cold of the air around me that actual flying would have given me. It was... well, it was as if the wall had vanished, and I saw everything that happened for the next ten minutes or so.
What you say happened to you was just what happened to me at the beginning of Jonathan Seagull. I'd correct that, though, and say it was not like seeing a video. It was almost as if I were there, watching a real event.
That's been true for me ever since, only lacking that breathtaking sudden awareness of being-there, that I experienced.
You are not crazy. Or it could be that you are crazy but so am I. And I agree with you: it seems to be some other expression of life who needs our typing skills and our vocabulary, to communicate what it knows. It's happy that our name is printed as author of the book and that it's us who spends the money that came from our strange experience.

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